I married - a wife or an adolescent who can write "morale building" stuff and gush? Finding I'm still important has meant more than you'll ever know, Junie dear. There is absolutely nothing I can give you that other husbands can give their wives - neither luxuries nor comforts - not even companionship in perosn. But I can give you my heart - and hold yours tenderly in my breast. Oh Junie, sweetheart - *never* accuse yourself of "burdening" me again! I'm *not* a hero - and I *haven't* been heroic. I've been in a dangerous situation with *thousands* upon *thousands* of other guys - who aren't "heroes." Certainly I've seen horror - terrible stark things that I wish I had never seen; things that insulted every sensitivity I ever had - nightmarish, grotesque, awful distortions. Like everything bad, these too passed away. Certainly I was shocked, Junie - who would not have been? But do you think I have ever been anxious to conjure up visions of violence and death in your mind? Do you think it is at all satisfying for me to visualize you vicariously being horrified or revolted? Being there had nothing to do with heroics, Junie. I wasn't brave and I wasn't bold. I did *nothing* - absolutely *nothing* that wasn't done time after time by hundreds of other guys. Being shot at and seeing men drown is not being heroic. You had